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The Man in the Chair

Pairing: Dhan Rana x Zeke Wallace Word Count: 1.2K Tags: Phobias, Disassociation, Trauma (All mild), Subtle Emotional Infidelity (if you squint?) Summary: Dhan likes talking to Zeke. And he hates that he likes it so much. But he'd never tell Zeke that. A/N: Just a slice of conversation between a grumpy vet and a ray of sunshine techie. You could read this as romantic or platonic tbh.

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"Okay, Dhan, you did it. You survived. It's fine."

He took a deep breath, leaning over the sink and staring into his own eyes in the streaky, fogged up mirror.

He knew the door was quadruple locked. He checked once, twice, three times both before and after he got out the shower. And though the silence in the apartment unnerved him, it was better than the alternative. Once he felt semi-safe enough to relax, he played some low meditation music that Margaret recommended for him.

Typically, Dhan had a specific way of doing things: Lay clothes out, iron them, shower, hair maintenance, put on clothes, make the bed, head out. Muscle memory made his routine second nature. In his husband's absence, however, everything just felt...off. Like everything in his apartment had been moved two inches to the left when he wasn't looking, and he'd forgotten how to function.

He'd been trying to spend as little time in the confines of his shared home as possible.

As if summoned telepathically, his music was interrupted by an incoming FaceTime call from The Man in the Chair. He involuntarily felt the corner of his mouth twitch and he mentally kicked himself, schooling his features before accepting the call.

"What's going on?" Dhan said after clearing his throat, "Any updates on the text transcripts?"

Zeke quirked a brow at him, "I mean yeah, but why do you look so...wet?"

Dhan glanced at the smaller version of himself on the screen in confusion. His dark, damp hair flopped over his brows and droplets of water rolled down his face, staining his shirt. The one time chose to wear something other than black.

He did, in fact, look like he'd just survived a drowning attempt. Dhan sighed in deep exhaustion at the prospect of putting in effort to dry his hair, after already using so much energy to just get up and get dressed.

"I just showered, sorry for...this," he motioned to himself tiredly, "I'll get around to it. Eventually."

Zeke let out a good natured chuckle, rapidly typing something on his desktop keyboard as he spoke, "Hey, I'm not judging you! I just figured you were going for a new look. I think we all had an emo phase once, right? Who's to say you can't have another one at like...what? Thirty--?"

"--Ok, I get it, I look like shit." Dhan couldn't help the snort that escaped from him at Zeke's ribbing, "We can't always look neat and polished like you, rich boy."

Zeke's eyes flickered to Dhan's face on the screen for a moment and he laughed, "I was born with the natural ability to look good. Money has nothing to do with it, bro."

...Bro?

Dhan felt something in his brain twitch. Like the disappointment a child might feel when a parent denies them their favorite candy. He brushed it off. Or maybe he filed it away for later. He couldn't really be honest with himself about whether it was worth exploring further.

"The transcripts?" Dhan continued, rolling his eyes semi-jokingly, "What's going on with them?"

Zeke said nothing, but Dhan heard the telltale *ding* of a new message on his phone.

"I've just dropped the file into the shared drive, and I sent you the keycode for it." Zeke finally stopped typing to face the screen directly, "It's about 238 pages of text, but I've highlighted the important parts between July 3rd and September 22nd. Hopefully that makes it a little easier to skim."

"Thanks, buddy."

Buddy? The word felt like battery acid in his mouth.

"Buddy?" Zeke grinned, "Now I know you're feeling a bit off, today." When his gaze suddenly softened in sympathy, Dhan had to look away to feign interest in towel drying his hair. The younger man's kindness was disarming sometimes. Most times. It took a while for Dhan to get comfortable with it.

He didn't understand what Zeke got out of this other than an occasional gaming partner and someone to bounce bad jokes off of. Sometimes Zeke looked at Dhan with so much genuine care that it made him want to scream.

Stop looking at me like that! Stop fucking pitying me! I'm not a pitiful person. I've been at this for longer than you. Stop making me want to spill my guts.

Stop looking at me like I mean something to you.

"I still feel weird. Like, uh...Like my brain and my body are on different hemispheres, you know?" He confessed, intentionally avoiding eye contact.

Zeke hummed, "I've been there. Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to lasso my brain back into its rightful place, and it just won't budge. Other times I feel like I'm scattered everywhere like little particles of dust while my body stays stuck in this chair. I almost wish that were true. Maybe then this space wouldn't feel so suffocating sometimes."

There was an amicable silence between the two men as Dhan absentmindedly dried his hair.

Finally, he broke the silence and started to ask, "Have you, you know, tried going outside again since the--"

"No." Zeke flatly responded, instinctively pressing his hand to the scar on his forehead, "It's just...I'm not ready yet."

It was understandable. If Dhan's first time facing his fears in ages resulted in an injury that required a concussion check up, he'd be hesitant to try it again, too. Draping the towel over his shoulders, Dhan rubbed the back of his neck.

"It was impressive taking the chance even though you were afraid, by the way. I don't know if I ever, like, said that. To you. About that."

Zeke offered a weak smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. It didn't look right on him. Dhan awkwardly rushed to add, "And, hey, you're gonna have to check out my gaming setup sometime. You can only do that if you visit. You can't get jealous when you see it, though."

He grinned at Dhan. A wide, toothy grin that made his stomach swoop, “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. But, seriously, don’t get too cocky. You’ve already seen mine and I’m still adding to it.”

At this, Dhan couldn’t help but smile back at his enthusiasm, even if it wasn’t as big and bright as Zeke’s. Though, could anyone’s smile match his? He allowed his mind to wander for a moment, indulging in the idea that he could never find another person who smiles at him like he does. It was nice to forget the complications of his existence for a while.

“I’m gonna, um, work on these…these files,” Dhan said, coming back into focus to find Zeke working on something off screen. “Thanks for sending them over.”

Zeke offered a casual salute in response, “Anytime, Rana. Call me if you need anything!”

He knew that, to Zeke, that last sentence meant multiple things. And Dhan had to wonder if he knew the effect he had on people.

Did he have this effect on people? Or did he just have this effect on him?

Dhan leaned against the sink again as the call ended and took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He ran his fingers through his damp hair.

Suddenly—for reasons that were completely unrelated to the previous conversation—he found the motivation to get himself together for the day.

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"Let's tell the freakin' world!" ABBOTT ELEMENTARY (4x01)

Drown in It (18+)

pairing: Fontaine x black! reader (1.1k words)

summary: He makes you squirt on his face. That's it.

warnings: no specific gender/size/shape mentioned, reader has a vagina, fontaine refers to reader as "ma" and "baby", cunnilingus, fingering, teasing, he bites reader once, the word 'daddy' is used once, overstimulation, squirting, multiple (2) orgasms and hint of more, kissing after head (lmk if i missed any!!)

You were laid back and spread out on the couch, eyes clamped shut and toes curled as your stomach began to tighten. Two of Fontaine’s thick fingers were deep inside you, pumping at a consistent pace to build you up to your peak. His other hand gently rested on the back of one of your thighs, keeping you folded up and open for him. “Open them eyes, ma..”

A whine escaped your throat at his words, your body felt too good to keep your eyes open but you knew better than to test him right now. You tilted your head and looked down at him, immediately enthralled by the look on his face. His eyes were dark, full of lust and intensely trained on you.

The way he stared at your soaked pussy as his fingers slid in and out put a hazy smile on your face. “Taine…” Your soft voice broke him out of the trance he was in, his eyes coming up to meet yours. He hummed in response, a teasing look beginning to spread across his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You opened your mouth to answer, and at the same time Fontaine crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your favorite spot. He chuckled as you choked on your words, your eyes and mouth widening in shock at his cruel teasing. His fingers began to speed up, causing you to lose your breath again, head falling back once again.

“Fuuuckkk..” That’s all you could say, over and over again, as he meticulously worked your body.

A hiss left your mouth as you felt a sharp pinch on your inner thigh, your eyes snapping back open, brows furrowed in confusion. “I told you to keep them eyes open.”

His voice was stern but slightly muffled as he pinched a bit of your thigh meat between his teeth. “Y-you bit me, you son of a–”

His fingers stilled. “And I’ll do it again if you ain’t gon’ listen.”

You pouted but complied, as best as you could. It was too good, his fingers in you, he kept you right there on the edge. Speeding up, slowing down, speeding up again, hitting that spot that was deep inside you only to back off of it again.

“Fuck, ma,” He stared at your cunt again, obviously entranced by the juices flowing out all over his hand. “So fuckin’ pretty…can I taste you, baby?”

You gathered the last bit of strength you had to nod, quickly, panting out a slow “pleaseeee,” which turned into a loud moan when you felt his tongue on your lips.

He didn’t go slow. He licked you like he was starved, maneuvering around his fingers to suck up all the wetness you had to offer him. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you listened to the way he moaned and slurped into your pussy, it was one of the most debauched things you’d ever experienced.

Fontaine’s lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked, matching the rhythm he kept with his fingers. This time, you felt a stronger sensation building within your tummy. Your eyes were low and your mouth hung open as you focused on the man that was currently on his knees, eating you like his life depended on it.

“Taine, fuck, please…” Your legs shook and your hips bucked the closer you became. His grip on your thigh tightened, keeping you in place as he devoured you. “Please what?” His voice was gruff, the vibrations sending a chill through your body.

“I’m s-so close, daddy, pleaseee..” In the haze of your quickly approaching release, you didn’t even realize what you called him, but the title spurred him on. “Shit, baby, you gon’ cum for me?”

With your bottom lip between your teeth and your low and focused on him, you nodded. He quickly replaced his mouth on you, his fingers notching up to your spot, this time with no plan to slow down. Your moans and cries filled his ears as he pushed you to the edge, ready to take everything that you were willing to give him.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh goddddd..” Your body shook, quivering above Fontaine, within his grasp. Eyes clamped shut once again, not caring if he punished you for it, you let out noises you didn’t even know you could make. He sighed into your pussy, lapping up and swallowing down your juices with fervor.

When the initial wave passed, your body relaxed a bit but only for a moment, before you realized that Fontaine wasn’t finished yet.

He continued his ministrations, ignoring your gentle shoves at his head. “Baby, please, I can’t..” Your pleasure was beginning to turn into overstimulation and you could feel another peak coming.

Fontaine growled into your folds, not letting up whatsoever. His fingers slid out of you, both hands now tightly gripping your hips as he began to pull another strong orgasm out of you with his tongue and lips. This one felt different, there was more pressure built up in your lower tummy, almost like you had to pee.

“Fuck, Taine, I can’t, I’m gonna fuckin–” A scream left your mouth as you came again, warm liquids spraying out of your pussy right into his mouth. You nearly blacked out, with your body tensing and shaking at the same time and your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Mhmm mhmmm,” He groaned, sloppily sucking up every last drop. His warm tongue slowly swiped up your folds, coming back to clit and tracing gentle circles around the swollen bud. He landed a few kisses onto your pussy, whispering little curses and praises in between.

After a few moments, you managed to gather yourself, sitting up a little and opening your eyes. In front of you sat Fontaine in his white tee, looking at you with a certain look on his face, a smirk gracing his glistening lips while your juices soaked in his beard.

“What?” You rasped out, feeling just a tiny bit self-conscious under his dark gaze. He still had you spread out in front of you, looking down at your pulsing cunt every few seconds.

Fontaine shook his head and chuckled, sitting up on his knees to get closer to you. He released his grip on your thighs, allowing you to sit up as well. “You so fuckin’ sexy,” His voice was deep, and raspy, already stirring up something deep within your tired body. “Imma have some fun witchu tonight.”

And when he put his hand on the back of your neck to bring your faces together, allowing you to taste yourself all over his lips, you knew that you were far from being done cumming for the night.

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ANYTHING YOU WANT (FINAL PART): AVA COLEMAN X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY - Yet another sub is hired to fill in for Janine, Ava think she wants this one to stay for a while...

Part one: here

You and Ava had been tip toeing around each other for weeks. Ever since that day in her office the tension between the two of you had skyrocketed.

It started a game between the two of you, almost like cat and mouse. Neither of you intended to crack first so you both did your best to drive the each other crazy until the other eventually did.

Ava knew you couldn't resist when she touched you. Her hands were all over you every chance she got, whether that be on the small of your back as the two of you walked side by side, or her fingertips brushing your arms to soothe you when you came to her with a concern, or when she'd always find an excuse to touch your face like when your lipstick smudged a bit or you had crumbs on your cheeks from lunch.

Everything she did drove you wild but you knew exactly what to do to keep her hot and bothered as well.

Whether it be the form fitting dresses and skirts you always wore that hugged your ass and hips just right that had her eyes glued to you as you walked, or when your blouses showed not too much cleavage for it to be inappropriate to wear in front of the students but just enough to have her lose focus as she tried her best to keep her eyes on your face when the two of you were in conversation, or when you'd get real close to her and whisper things in her ear that could've easily been said out loud just to feel the heat radiate off her skin as she melted at the sultry tone of your voice.

These last couple of days she'd been in a mood, outside of the sexual tension the two of you got along pretty well and became close friends. Close enough that you often spend time at each other's places on the weekend cooking each other meals, having sleepovers, doing each other's hair and live-streaming on her tik tok.

You actually made quite a few friends since coming to Abbott and amongst them was Will.

Will was also new to Abbott, he was brought in as an art teacher, replacing the last one. The two of you hit it off instantly after you found out you were both raised in the same part of Philly.

Ava wasn't very fond of Will and you couldn't exactly understand why.

"He's the only person on the planet i know that can make the most enjoyable subject so boring. It's art class why the hell do they have text books and not easels and paint brushes?!"

Though Ava wasn't very fond of many of people so you didn't think much of it, until she started acting off.

The weekend had rolled around once again and you couldn't have been happier for the two days away from Abbott. You loved the place but it could also suck the life out of you from time to time so being away for just a little while helped.

You had no plans other than to relax for the next two days and maybe go over to Ava's but Will wasn't having any of it.

"Listen there's this new club that just opened up and i really want to go, pleaseeee?" He begged.

You could almost see the pout on his face through the phone, he could be very convincing at times but you were eager to stay home so you were putting up a bit of a fight this time.

"I don't know, i was hoping to stay in this weekend." You bit your lip.

"Come on y/n, i'll pay for our entry and all the drinkssss." He baited.

"Sounds very tempting." You gave in a bit.

"How about we make a deal, if you come with me tonight and you're not feeling it then we can just leave and go to that pizza place you like instead." He suggested.

"Alright fine, i'm gonna hold you to that." You caved.

"I know you will, pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"Yes and oh! I'll invite Ava if that's ok with you." You caught him before he hung up.

"Ava? I don't know if she'll be up for clubbing with someone she hates." He spoke flatly.

"Ok hate is a strong word, Ava doesn't hate you." You frowned.

"Her actions say otherwise." He winced.

"She acts that way around most people she isn't close with, give her time to get to know you and i'm sure the two of you will get along fine." You spoke optimistically.

"In fact this will be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond." You added.

"I guess so." He shrugged.

That night was filled with poor attempts to make small talk followed by long awkward silence afterwards. Ava was pretty sour after the whole thing and was a little upset with you for dragging her out.

Ever since then she began acting a bit strange, well she was acting like herself just a bit unusual when Will was around.

When you sat with each other in the break room for lunch she pulled up a chair and sat directly between the two of you, usually inserting herself into your conversation.

When she sees the two of you walking together pulls you to the side coming up with some lame excuse to get you to walk and talk with her instead.

When she notices the two of you in the hallways outside your classrooms she makes announcements over the intercom asking Will to come to her office.

"She's jealous." Will brings it up one day.

"Ava jealous?!" You laughed.

"Come on y/n it's so obvious, she can't stand seeing the two of us together. Just last week she called me to her office to tell me to stop slacking off during fundamental learning time. My kids were in the gym so i had a break. Also somehow i'm the only one who got the lecture, i was literally in the hall talking to you." He rolled his eyes.

"I think you're looking a little too far into it, she always messes with the new teachers sort of like a hazing." You explained.

"I think you're not looking to it enough. Anyways i'll see you later i have to go, she shortened my lunch break by 15 minutes."  He grabbed his things.

What Will said bounced around your head for the rest of the day.

You decided to get to the bottom of it.

You said goodbye to your coworkers before heading into Ava’s office.

You were hit with a feeling of deja vu standing in front of her desk.

“Can we talk?” You actually sit in one of the chairs this time instead of looming over her.

“Yeah what’s up?” She stops whatever she’s doing on the computer to give you her undivided attention.

“Why are you being so hard on Will?” You asked.

“I’m not being hard on him, i’m just pushing him to become a better teacher.” She lied.

“Ava you cut his lunch break by 15 minutes, we barely get enough time to eat as it is. You’re being a bit harsh don’t you think?” You furrowed your brows.

“Well i think you’re being a bit easy, why you defending him so much huh? He your little boyfriend or something?” Her voice raised a few octaves.

“He was right.” You shook your head, laughing to yourself.

“Who was right about what?” She looked at you suspiciously.

“You’re jealous, you think i like him.” You stood putting your finger in her face.

“I have NO idea what you’re talking about, how could i be jealous of Will?”She scoffed grabbing your finger.

“Come on Ava, are we really gonna keep pretending that there isn’t something going on here.” You motioned between the two of you.

She looked down for a moment picking at her nails, you could tell she was deciding whether to say something or not.

“I wasn’t intending on admitting anything first, you know how much i hate losing.” She huffed.

“But i like you, a lot y/n and i know Will does too, i see it all over his face when the two of you together. I just got scared, scared that you might like him too.” She whispered the last part.

As much as you wanted to tease her to the ends of the earth you didn’t, you knew being vulnerable was hard for Ava, she hated feeling so small and it made you happy that she trusted you enough to let her guard down a bit around you.

“Ava i can assure you that me and Will have nothing going on. We’re just friends, I don’t even like men!” You giggle walking closer to her.

“Plus i kind of have my eye on someone else.” You admitted.

“Who?” She tries to act like she doesn’t care.

“I’m looking at her.” You lift her chin.

You sit on her lap grabbing the sides of her face, pulling her into a sweet kiss.

“Can i take you home?” Her eyes soften as she looks at you.

“Do you even have to ask?”

A/N - I feel like jealous Ava would be this petty, i hope you guys like it. 🌻